Page 84 of Hawaii Can Suck It

“MY NAIL! This is YOUR fault!”

“We gotta hurry, babe!” Blaze bounces on his toes. “So we can jump again!”

“We are NOT jumping again, you walnut! And when we get back to the resort, you are in SO much trouble!”

Blaze grins widely. “You mean like hate sex? That sounds hot!”

Astrid lets out a deep groan as if she’s summoning the underworld.

Cam adjusts her skimpy bikini top—don’t look, don’t look, absolutely DO NOT look—and reaches for the phone.

“My turn to film.”

“I’ll make you a deal. You can have the camera if I can hold your hand and we jump together.”

She eyes me suspiciously, but I catch a hidden smile. “Fine.”

Her hand slides into mine, warm and small but strong. We back up together. “Ready?”

She squeezes my hand. We run. We leap. We fly.

SPLASH!

The cold is a shockwave ripping through me, but when I break the surface, I’m grinning. Hard.

Cam swipes the dripping strands from her face, laughing, breathless, holding the streaming device up triumphantly.

She’s so goddamn beautiful. Flushed. Excited. Totally unguarded.

“That was amazing!” she gasps.

Then… I panic. Because something is missing.

Something important.

Something red.

“Shit. Cam? Where’s your top?”

I pull her against my chest, shielding her from millions of prying eyes. The feeling of her bare breasts pressed against me is torture. Her hardened nipples graze my skin like tiny sparks of electricity, her mouth almost touching mine as we tread water. Even with the waterfall roaring behind us, I swear I can hear her quick, shallow breaths. Despite the cold water, the heat of her body bleeds into mine, and something inside me just… snaps.

I kiss her.

Two fucking years of longing and holding back, of telling myself no—I finally taste her. We bob in the water, and I kick harder to keep us steady as her lips crash into mine. It’s like discovering fire. This is why lips were invented.

She makes this tiny gasp of surprise against my mouth, but then her lips part for my tongue, and her free arm clutches the back of my neck, pulling me closer.

My fingers tangle in her wet hair, tilting her head to deepen the kiss, to taste more, to devour. I pour every ounce of pent-up desperation into her. Water splashes wildly as we kiss and kick, frantic and breathless. I should slow down. I should be gentle. But then she wraps a leg around my waist, using the water’s buoyancy to press herself flush against me, grinding directly onto my now painfully hard cock.

The moan she releases is filthy perfection—half surprise, half need—and it shoots through me like my blood is now lava. My hand finds her ass under the water, gripping, guiding her movements as she rocks against my shaft. Our legs tangle as we try to stay afloat, but I don’t care if we sink to the bottom of this pool.

I kiss her how I want to fuck her—hard, fast, devastating—

“Bro, get it!” Blaze’s voice shatters the moment.

Reality crashes in. We’re not alone.

I’m still treading water and supporting her with one arm when I pull back, and my heart plummets at her expression. Her eyes are wide, shocked, but there’s something else in her gaze—confusion, vulnerability, the slightest bit of panic.

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